this time i have not returned from hell and this one time i can honestly tell what you have sentenced me too is grief and the lies i give you make me a thief in a world gone mad, i am the king it may be sad, but i am the king standing upright i watch it crumble with words in my head i start to mumble clearly i yell, let's get out but my legs aren't with it and i sit and shout it's all over now i realize facts as truths and i plead and beg and think back to my youth when i ran around aimlessly and laughed and played and thought of games that only i could play where did it go off the beaten path was it my fault, or just shit in the past? that boy can't hear me not anymore this guy in my head now runs the store